"Have I mentioned lately how much I really dislike this school" said a very tired Rory Gilmore to her boyfriend leaning against the locker next to hers.

"Awe, what happened to my poor little baby? Did my Mary get a B on her English paper" replied a gorgeous looking Tristan.

"Oh, there are so many things wrong with that sentence. Where do I start? While I'm still trying to see Mary as a term of endearment versus one of annoyance, now is not the time. Second, yes, I did get a B on my English paper, and do not wish to talk about it. And third, while I may be your girlfriend, I'm not yours. I'm not some lunch box you can carry around" she said all in one breath. "Oh, and make no comment about my lunch box reference"

"Wouldn't think of it" he said smiling at her babbling. "Can I take you home to make up for it?"

"I suppose" she replied as she finished packing up her book bag.

"You have one class that's not with me yet you take home twice as many books. How does that add up" he whispered in her ear as he positioned himself behind her, placing one hand on either side of her waist pulling her into his embrace.

"PDA's" she whispered not being able muster up enough will power to pull away from him. "PDA's. Harvard doesn't like PDA's" she said a little louder. Three months and she still gets tingles at his touch.

"Ok, ok, I'll let go... for now" his warm breath against her neck.

"Do you have your stuff? Are you ready to go?" she asked snapping out of her dazed state as he backed away smirking.

"Yep" he replied placing his hand on the small of her back and guiding her out of the building and to his Porsche.

car Rory hopped in the passenger seat and with out a second thought started flipping through the radio stations looking for something good.

Tristan turned and just watched her smiling. He still couldn't believe she was actually his. But, not in the lunch box kind of way. His smile widened remembering her earlier rant.

She glanced away from the radio asking "What?"

"Nothing" he replied his eyes still not wavering from her.

"Well are you going to drive, or are we going to just sit here in the Chilton parking lot all afternoon" she quipped making fun of him.

"Well, I could think of better things we could do rather than sit if that's what you're after"

"Just drive DuGrey, before I...I...before I decide what I'll do if you don't. Trust me, I can get very creative. You've met my mother"

"Enough said. Let's go"

Gilmore House

"Lucy, I'm home." Yelled Rory as she burst through the door headed straight for the Coffee machine, dragging Tristan behind her the whole time.

"Lucy?" She yelled once more arriving at Burt. Seeing a note attached to her lovely coffee making machine, Burt.

Hey mini me,
Sookie caught fire to half the kitchen. Ok you got me maybe only a fourth of the kitchen but it will still probably take all night to clean up. I just can't understand how she manages to burn the kitchen but not the chocolate chip cookies. They better be some damn good cookies. Ok well tell lover boy to spend the night. I don't want you there by yourself. And tell him if he tries anything I will have him fixed. And yes I mean fixed like you fix a dog.

Tootles, Sam (alright you caught me it's not Sam it's your mother)

"Home alone, what ever shall we do"

"Oh I could think of a few things."

"hey you heard her. She'll have you fixed"

"I don't doubt her either, but she doesn't have to know everything as he looked at here suggestively."

Well...... you love it you hate it. I would love suggestions. corrections. Opinions. I'm not one to beg and grovel but PLEASE. You could just send me a blank one, just to let me know SOMEONE read it.

Oh and you get extra points if you can figure out what my pen name means. ( clue- it has nothing to do with GG)